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Annie My eyes feasted hungrily on Kameron as he rolled himself into my room. He looked rough. He was half-dressed in a hospital gown over his boxer shorts. His face and hands were dirty, his hair was standing up in clumps and tufts, and he had scrapes and bruises on both of his elbows and forearms. He was a mess, but he was alive, and relatively unscathed after our frightening ordeal. My heart went out to him as he cried for Paul. I didn’t know the old butler well, but I had a feeling the two of them shared a long history together. I longed to comfort him, but with him in his chair, and me still hooked up to all the monitors all I could do was stroke his hair. We were supposed to be keeping it professional, even he had agreed after the incident with Phillip. But I knew that what